"Shit."
Jumping up from his crouched position, Patrick took off down the darkened hallway just as the door he'd been propped against slammed open. His breathing became erratic in seconds as he pushed his body to its physical limits. There was no way those assholes were getting him. He'd worked too damn hard to preserve his own life.
The hallway was ending; so were Patrick's options. In his peripherals, he could see doors zooming behind him and blasts of yellow light whizzing in front of him. Didn't they want him alive? Wasn't that the point? Now wasn't the time for questions; Patrick shook the though from his mind and looked forward.
The glass window shattered into a million little pieces as Patrick's body shot through. If he died he'd be lucky. If he survived . . . Patrick didn't want to think about that in what could be his final moments.
His mind conjured up a pair of dark brown eyes; a pair he'd grown attached to and loved dearly. Patrick could feel the smile on his lips, and everything crashed.
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The Sunshine in My Veins (Peterick) ➳ Book 1
Fanfiction"And I want it so bad I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins. I can't remember the good old days."
